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Re: ThunderClan Stormcrest
Hornetpaw
She/Her | Silver Tongue T1 | 10 Moons | #BugFamily
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Waiting. All this waiting. It was too much for her - she couldn't stand it. Claws scratched against the ground, unsure of what else to do. Then, a noise. Her father's ragged form appeared in the camp entrance. Well, she could only assume it to be her father. He was red, not white. And the smell... Hornetpaw grimaced. She felt sick to her stomach. But why? Dad had just won. He's just triumphed over the otters, so why does she feel bad? It didn't make any sense, so, Hornetpaw pushed back the feeling, and joined the crowd of siblings, slowly forming around her father. She wasn't sure she wanted to try eating otter, but maybe she'd give it a try later, after the rest of the vlan tested it out.
Cicadapaw was probably still on at him, asking him to rest. She suppressed an eye roll. Worrying over your fathers is normal, after all - everyone just did it in different ways. Still, Dad had won, right? He'd shown them who's boss, without any rest, because he didn't need it. This seemed pretty clear to her. The apprentice strutted up with an air of confidence, though, the facade was easily seen by those who paid attention: in her flattened ears. As she got closer, the stench of blood grew stronger - she tried her hardest to ignore it, but it really was making her queasy. "Dad!" She called, though her voice wavered. "You did it!" She wanted to give him a head butt of somehting, but she couldn't stand to get any of that blood on her pelt.
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Last edited by sleepyyjax; June 1st, 2025 at 05:27 AM.
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